Myriad Forms Nether Mountain, the Ghost Emperor's Tomb (Part Two)

Shen Yao felt no stir at the sight of the enormous mausoleum before him.

The vast ghostly aura shrouded heaven and earth, while iron chains wrapped around the Mystic Palace. As he gazed at the grand and solemn Netherworld Imperial Palace and the four ferocious Tomb Guardian Beasts that resembled mountains, Shen Yao lowered his head and looked at his own hands.

How long had it been since he last entered a dream?

Ever since obtaining the Heavenly Emperor's Golden Canon, Shen Yao had lived in great comfort these past few years. The merit and destiny qi carried by the Heavenly Emperor's Golden Canon had suppressed all baleful and ominous influences.

Yet now, Shen Yao had entered a dream once more.

It was not the foulness of the Abyssal Ruins, but an imperial palace mausoleum.

The Netherworld Imperial Palace of Responding to Heaven's Mandate, Carrying Heavenly Fortune, and Perpetuating Eternal Life.

"This is the Qian Dynasty Ghost Emperor's dojo?!"

"Yes. You can also call him Rahu."

A strange voice suddenly rang out beside Shen Yao. Shen Yao whipped his head around, only to find that at some unknown point, another figure had appeared in his dream.

It was a twisted, bizarre figure, pitch-black as ink and impossible to see through.

"You don't need to know who I am. You only need to know that I bear you no ill will."

The Black Shadow spoke thus and drifted forward leisurely and ethereally.

Shen Yao watched the Black Shadow walk onward step by step, then followed after him while pondering.

Rahu. This was the first time Shen Yao had heard that name.

Previously, he had only known that the Ghost Emperor of the Netherworld was a Mahayana existence, scarcely weaker than Great Emperor Dongyang of Jinhua Mountain. Yet now, he suddenly felt